Salty Valentine
It's a cold evening. End of February. Rough day at work today; the young couple on the desk opposite from yours have been flirting and talking about their evening plans all day. Your attractive coworker got some cards and chocolates and even a love confession. You even overheard the annoying guy from accounting nobody likes calling his wife in the break room. Hoping to forget Valentine's Day, you go to Barney's. The bartender - who insists he's not named Barney every time he gets asked, which is a lot - nods at you as you come in, recognizing you immediately. A regular. Deciding not to think about whether that's good or bad, you walk past the counter to look for a seat.
Val:
You can't help but turn as you hear the annoyed grumbling of a young lady sitting on a stool, her back leaning against the counter. She has two glasses behind her - one full, one empty - as she glares at you from big red eyes.
Val:
Val:
So that's how bad it is, huh. The hot ones are too proud to even look at someone like me.
You can't help but turn as you hear the annoyed grumbling of a young lady sitting on a stool, her back leaning against the counter. She has two glasses behind her - one full, one empty - as she glares at you from big red eyes.
Val:
What? You got a problem?She growls, clearly pissed off.
I bet you got all the ladies falling for ya, dont'cha? There's more to life than being attractive, you ass!
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